Sosamann - Microwave Story lyrics
[Sosamann - Microwave Story lyrics]
Mhm yeah
Real life, real story
Rap niggas wouldn't understand
Sauce, Sauce, Sauce
This the story of the boy and the microwave
See he would think a thousand ways
Just to make some cake
He fell in love with that dope
Cause it got em paid
See he was whippin’ in that kitchen
Like a fuckin' slave
Now this the story of the
Boy and the microwave
See he would think a thousand ways
Just to make some cake
He fell in love with that dope
Cause it got em paid
See he was whippin' in that kitchen
Like a fuckin’ slave
Now this the story of a boy and his microwave
At first the boy was sellin' mid
His bro was servin' yay
Now he would kick shit with
His brotha' like all day
He seen his brotha' sellin' rocks
And he was gettin cake
Now see the boy sold weed
Bags out his mama house
Smokin' mid, sippin' lean
Sleepin’ on his patna’ couch
One day, he was thinkin
"Gotta make my own way out"
See this nick and dime baggin' shit
Is not what I’m about so he went back to the
Projects with his big bro
Scoped it out, peeped the scene
Seen how shit go
His bro was servin' bunch of fiends
Out the window of a rental
He seen jus what it's hittin' fo'
He had to get some dough
This the story of the boy and the microwave
See he would think a thousand ways
Just to make some cake
He fell in love with that dope
Cause it got em paid
See he was whippin’ in that kitchen
Like a fuckin' slave
Now this the story of the
Boy and the microwave
See he would think a thousand ways
Just to make some cake
He fell in love with that dope
Cause it got em paid
See he was whippin' in that kitchen
Like a fuckin' slave
Like I was sayin' the boy he had
To get his hands on some bricks
Called his fam
Told he needed him a hundred packs to flip
Now the block goin brazy
J's runnin round this shit
I'm bout to stack me up
Some chips, smoke this grip, on some whips
Them fiends, like what you do with this?
This shit is poochie where you get it from
This that shit we don't need
Hit his fam back, nigga what you give me?
His fam talkin that's that
(glitter?) , boy like nigga please
His fam giggle
Told the nigga boy that's straight
(go kachamo?) thats fa sho
In a min I'm fin' be straight up at ya do'
By the time he made it there
Them rocks was meltin' lookin' old
Man this shit here gotta go
He gave it back and brought some mo'
And this the, god, damnn
This the story of the boy and the microwave
See he would think a thousand ways
Just to make some cake
He fell in love with that dope
Cause it got em paid
See he was whippin' in that kitchen
Like a fuckin' slave
Now this the story of the
Boy and the microwave
See he would think a thousand ways
Just to make some cake
He fell in love with that dope
Cause it got em paid
See he was whippin' in that kitchen
Like a fuckin' slave
Real life, real story
Rap niggas wouldn't understand
Sauce, Sauce, Sauce
This the story of the boy and the microwave
See he would think a thousand ways
Just to make some cake
He fell in love with that dope
Cause it got em paid
See he was whippin’ in that kitchen
Like a fuckin' slave
Now this the story of the
Boy and the microwave
See he would think a thousand ways
Just to make some cake
He fell in love with that dope
Cause it got em paid
See he was whippin' in that kitchen
Like a fuckin’ slave
Now this the story of a boy and his microwave
At first the boy was sellin' mid
His bro was servin' yay
Now he would kick shit with
His brotha' like all day
He seen his brotha' sellin' rocks
And he was gettin cake
Now see the boy sold weed
Bags out his mama house
Smokin' mid, sippin' lean
Sleepin’ on his patna’ couch
One day, he was thinkin
"Gotta make my own way out"
See this nick and dime baggin' shit
Is not what I’m about so he went back to the
Projects with his big bro
Scoped it out, peeped the scene
Seen how shit go
His bro was servin' bunch of fiends
Out the window of a rental
He seen jus what it's hittin' fo'
He had to get some dough
This the story of the boy and the microwave
See he would think a thousand ways
Just to make some cake
He fell in love with that dope
Cause it got em paid
See he was whippin’ in that kitchen
Like a fuckin' slave
Now this the story of the
Boy and the microwave
See he would think a thousand ways
Just to make some cake
He fell in love with that dope
Cause it got em paid
See he was whippin' in that kitchen
Like a fuckin' slave
Like I was sayin' the boy he had
To get his hands on some bricks
Called his fam
Told he needed him a hundred packs to flip
Now the block goin brazy
J's runnin round this shit
I'm bout to stack me up
Some chips, smoke this grip, on some whips
Them fiends, like what you do with this?
This shit is poochie where you get it from
This that shit we don't need
Hit his fam back, nigga what you give me?
His fam talkin that's that
(glitter?) , boy like nigga please
His fam giggle
Told the nigga boy that's straight
(go kachamo?) thats fa sho
In a min I'm fin' be straight up at ya do'
By the time he made it there
Them rocks was meltin' lookin' old
Man this shit here gotta go
He gave it back and brought some mo'
And this the, god, damnn
This the story of the boy and the microwave
See he would think a thousand ways
Just to make some cake
He fell in love with that dope
Cause it got em paid
See he was whippin' in that kitchen
Like a fuckin' slave
Now this the story of the
Boy and the microwave
See he would think a thousand ways
Just to make some cake
He fell in love with that dope
Cause it got em paid
See he was whippin' in that kitchen
Like a fuckin' slave